He's a scoundrel, young Brad Pitt, who led me, his elderly colleague, astray more than once.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.

In the theater you can chain a blue-assed baboon in the stalls and with a good script, good actors, and a good set you'd have what is called a production. With the cinema someone has to know about lenses and fine things. I have no time for the "auteur de cinema." To me, it's meaningless.

I'm the most gregarious of men and love good company, but never less alone when alone.

When my father would come home from the track after a good day, the whole room would light up; it was fairyland. But when he lost, it was black. In our house, it was always either a wake ... or a wedding.

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

The common denominator of all my friends is that they're dead.